1892
July 8
(No 2)
Concord, Massachusetts.
Mass
Concord. - a Wood Thrush was singing in them and I sat 
down to listen. Presently he came into a tree nearly over me
and then a second bird began singing behind me while a
few moments later a third struck up on my right. I have
not heard such a concert from three thrushes for years and, I
think, never before in Mass. How they made the woods sing
and echo with thin solemn chords. The bell-like notes [?]
and trembled on the still air and showered down from the
pine foliage like rain drops when the wind shakes the
trees. It was most impressive and thrilled me as deeply
as has even the music of a cathedral choir. Now and then
a bird would stop singing and utter a sharp challenging
whit - wit - wit - wit - wit, or give a low rolling call very like
that of our Tree Toad. A Black-billed Cuckoo also sang in
these pines and a Creeper (Mniotilta) in the oaks beyond.
When I came out into Pratt's field the light was
fading fast and only a Cat-bird and Robin were singing.
Their notes sounded singularly flat and commonplace after
the Wood Thrushes one of which I could still hear in
the distance. As I passed out of the field into Pratt's
lane a Field Sparrow sang once. Tree Toads calling
everywhere to-night apparently in the trees.

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[margin]Concert by Wood Thrushes[/margin]